Smoke in the sky, wondering why
Are we still going through the same situations
Same fights, same resolutions
Same hopes for better days
Better ways, better praise
And for what
We’re the ones bringing the shame
Then got the nerve to expect another
To fix the deeds
Never thinking to
Just stop laying the seeds
Of plants we don’t want
Listen more. Talk less.
Listen more. Talk less.
One of the greatest lessons
Ever taught to me
Careful what you say
In the heat of the moment
It may be forgiven
But it may never be forgotten
Another one
You may be waiting for my response
To what you said in the heat of the moment
Where you talked more and listened less
But quick emotional responses
Aren’t my thing
At least when I can help it
So yeah I took my time
And decided to write some lines
See I’m torn between whether
Chance number who knows
Or wash my hands of it all
For me or for family
Which is the best
There’s a price to be paid
For an order I didn’t make
And I’m not sure
That I am willing to pay
For either
No matter how many chances a person gives another, they will always run out. It may be a forced last chance or it may be decided. Either way, never think there is no limit.